“Tell me what exactly it was about your relationship with Royce that didn’t make you happy.”
I pouted. “Really? You want me to talk about my ex?”
Jeo nodded. “I want to know.”
I let out a breath and flung myself onto my back. I was being bratty, but hell. I was horny, and Jeo wanted to talk? And what was up with that? Jeo Mendoza choosing words over fucking? I must be delirious or something. Maybe someone spiked my drink.
“Nick.” Jeo’s voice held warning, and my body began to thrum again.
“Okay, okay.” I stared up at the ceiling, hoping Jeo noticed how my shirt was bunched up, showing my navel. I licked my lips in case that’s where his attention was. “I wasn’t happy with Royce because…” I shrugged. “I don’t know. We just didn’t click. Does it have to be more than that? He wasn’t mean to me or anything, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Jeo was silent a moment before saying, “What do you want from our relationship?”
Those words really set me to tingling. I looked at him. “Right now? Sex.” Why I was being that way, I couldn’t say, but I couldn’t stop myself. All I could figure was I was guarding my heart the best way I could.
Jeo touched my stomach, running his fingers along the waist of my pants. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that. But I want to set some ground rules first. If you don’t like them, you can walk out.”
I looked at him curiously. Ground rules? Really? “Okay.”
“First, I’m the Daddy, so I’m in charge.”
I frowned but nodded. “That’s the way it works.”
Jeo’s fingers trailed up my chest, and he circled my left nipple through my T-shirt.
“Which means if you break the rules, I punish you.”
My cock went from half-interested to raging hard-on in seconds flat, and I was pretty sure Jeo noticed because he smiled.
“That means no back talk or rudeness.”
“Define rudeness,” I said, and then gasped when Jeo twisted my nipple. The pain shot straight to my cock, which jerked hopefully.
“Like the way you acted at the bar, being such a bitch to those two boys who only wanted to talk to Daddy.”
God, he was killing me! Thinking of Jeo as my Daddy was the biggest fucking turn on, and throwing discipline into the mix—I was going to shoot in my pants.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I moaned.
“The way you acted was very rude, and Daddy’s going to punish you for it. Because Daddy cares how his boy acts in front of others.”
My eyes shot open. “What are you going to do?” When Jeo frowned, I added, “Daddy.”
“I’m going to spank your pretty ass, boy. Question is, am I going to go find Piper so he can witness your punishment?”
“Who the hell’s Piper?” I asked, voice almost a squeak.
Jeo frowned. “You’re being disrespectful. That’s an added five smacks to your bare ass.”
My cock was fucking leaking.
“Piper’s the boy I was talking to when you so rudely interrupted.”
My mind went to the redheaded twink. Would Jeo really go seek him out and bring him in to watch my…spanking?
“I’ll be good. You don’t need to do that.”
Jeo gave me another stern look.
“Daddy.” I swallowed hard.
“Stand up,” Jeo said, and I did.
My knees were shaking. This was so damned hot, and exactly how I’d always wanted Royce to treat me. I’d pushed and pushed at the limits and he had only ever put me in the corner.
Jeo was giving me what I wanted.
Jeo tilted his head. “I don’t know. I really think you owe Piper an apology, and seeing you get your spanking would probably make him feel better.”
Fuck. That sounded humiliating as hell. My cock filled even more, and I shook my head. If Jeo was capable of being such a good fucking Daddy without any experience, I should be able to show him how good a boy I could be. I lowered my eyes.
“No, Daddy. That won’t be necessary. I’ll take my spanking like a good boy.”
“All right.”
I let out a breath.
“Then you’ll apologize to Piper on our way out.”
Shit. Well, at least the ginger would know I was Jeo’s boy.
Jeo leaned back on his hands, still looking at me with those sharp, dark eyes that seemed to see right to the core of me.
I nodded, although I wasn’t sure if I was really ready.
“Good boy.” His words rushed over me like warm honey. “Pull down your jeans.”
Hands shaking, I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees, leaving my black thong in place. My dick was so hard had made a wet spot on the silk.
“Good boy,” Jeo said again, and damn if the words didn’t heavenly.
Jeo put his hand on the small of my back and gently nudged me forward until my legs met his thigh. “Over my lap, Nick.”
My heart beat double-time as I realized this was going to happen. I had accepted Jeo as my Daddy, and he was going to spank me. I both feared and wanted it.
I bent, allowing Jeo to position me over his legs. My cock pressed against his thighs, the silk of my thong and the denim of his jeans the only things separating our skin. My bare ass rose in the air, and I found myself staring at the carpeted floor and Jeo’s boots. He ran his warm, slightly rough hand over my ass, making me shudder. God, it was humiliating but so, so good.
“Ten swats with my bare hand,” he said. “Then five more for disrespecting me. You count them.”
My breathing accelerated. I’d never been spanked before. Not ever. Not even by my asshole father when I was a kid.
But you’ve wanted to be.
“Ready?”
I nodded, so very aware that Jeo was staring at my ass with only the strip of thong between my cheeks.
“Say, I’m ready for my punishment, Daddy.”
Oh, my God. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m ready for my punishment, Daddy.”
I gasped when his palm connected with my ass. He waited, and I said, “One.”
Jeo rubbed the skin, and my cock grew harder against his leg. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, imagining Piper watching with a smirk on his face, and, impossibly, I grew even more hard.
Jeo smacked my ass again.
“Two,” I said. All the blood was rushing to my head, but Jeo didn’t seem to be in any hurry. He squeezed and played with my buttocks before finally slapping me a third time.
“Three,” I practically squealed because that one had really hurt.
“You will learn to have manners,” Jeo said. Swat.
“F-four.”
“You will not be rude.” Smack!
“Five.” Tears welled in my eyes.
“You will not disrespect your Daddy.” Smack smack smack.
“What do you say?” Jeo asked. I imagined him pausing with his hand in the air.
My mind scrambled for the answer, and Jeo’s palm hit my butt.
“Six, seven, eight, nine!”
“What do you say, Nick?” he asked and smacked me again.
“Ten. Yes. Yes, I’ll be good.”
“Yes, what?” He paused again, and the air in the room grew thick.
I swallowed. “Yes, Daddy.”
Jeo growled and then delivered the last five swats in quick succession. My ass fucking burned.
“Good boy. You did very well.”
My heart swelled at the praise. I got to my feet, teetering a little as the blood rushed from my head back into my body. The red tip of my cock poked out of my thong.
“Looks like your punishment wasn’t too horrible,” Jeo said, running his finger over the slit. I bent and jerked my jeans up my legs, hands shaking. Jeo took me by the chin, making me look at him. “There’s no shame in taking a deserved punishment, boy. Be glad I didn’t take my belt to you.”
Oh, God. Already on edge, his words sent me over. Grabbing Jeo’s shoulder, I came hard, cum spurtin
g onto his knee and the floor.
“Did you just come, boy?” Jeo asked, voice low and just a tad shaky.
I jerked my head up and down because I couldn’t speak, residual pleasure coursing through my body.
“That was hot as hell, but I own your orgasms, boy.”
“S-sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t help it.”
“You’ll have to learn restraint. But for now, good boys who take their spankings without argument get a reward. We’re here. We could take advantage of the room. But only if you want to. Tell Daddy what you want, boy.”
I wanted that and anything else Jeo was offering.
I nodded again. “Yes, please.”
“All right. First, though, is there anything you want to ask me?”
I couldn’t think. I raised my eyes to his, silently asking for help.
“I’ve been with a lot of people. Maybe you’d like to know if I’m clear of anything? You let me fuck you at The Banana. I wore a condom, of course, but you should have asked me then. You need to be more careful, boy.”
“I am. Usually,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t ask me why I hadn’t been with him. I’d just wanted him so badly.
Jeo’s eyes softened. “I’ve been on PrEP a couple of years and get tested every few months. I haven’t been with anyone but you since the last test and for quite a while before that. I know, hard to believe, but it’s true. I can show you papers if you want. What about you?” he asked.
“Same,” I said. “I mean, the PrEP and the papers part.”
“I guess it comes down to whether we trust one another or not.”
I nodded. I trusted him. I wasn’t sure why, but I did. “We can show each other the papers later. There are condoms in the drawer.”
Jeo smiled and kissed me, lips soft against mine. I opened up to him, letting him explore my mouth.
“Mm, you taste so good. And that ass looked perfect bent over my legs.” His palm pressed against my cock. “Daddy’s waiting to hear what his boy wants for his reward.”
I smiled against his lips and said sweetly, “I want Daddy to suck me.”
I’d expected him to laugh and suggest the opposite, but Jeo pulled back, eyes burning with desire. “Pull off those jeans and sit on the bed.”
I didn’t waste any time. Kicking off my jeans and thong, I planted myself on the bed and spread my legs wide, enjoying the sight of Jeo Mendoza falling to his knees in front of me.
He ran his hands from my knees to my thighs. “You’re so smooth.”
“I wax,” I said. I opened my legs a little more. “I also get bleached.”
“I see that.” His gaze burned my skin. Leaning down, he licked up my taint, and I shuddered. “Your cock is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I bet you say that to all the boys.”
He took my cock into his mouth, long, dark hair falling to each side of his face as he sucked me.
I gasped and then groaned, head falling back. Jeo was an expert cock sucker, that was for sure. “That’s it, suck me, Daddy,” I said, rolling my head to look at him as I gently fucked into his mouth. God, it was hot to watch him. He was so damn sexy. Royce had never sucked me—had said he didn’t like giving head. I’d missed it.
I noticed Jeo adjusting himself, and said, “Why don’t you unzip? Release the Kraken, so to speak.”
Jeo snorted, but unzipped his jeans and pulled out his monster cock. I watched it lengthen as he sucked me, my hole thrumming with the memory of being pounded by all that hard flesh.
Through my fog of pleasure, I suddenly realized that I was no longer nervous. And I wasn’t stressed like I’d been with Marty, wondering what he was going to do next or if I could trust him. I knew Jeo wasn’t going to hurt me. He was familiar. I could let go. I moaned and squirmed as he brought me to full hardness with his talented tongue.
“You want to come like this, baby boy?” Jeo asked, and fuck, I could listen to him call me that, voice raspy from deep-throating me, all damn night. I wanted to be his baby boy. I wanted to be good for him.
I was so fucking close, but I wanted him inside me. He began sucking me again, and I tapped his head so he’d look at me.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
Jeo pulled off my saliva-slick cock.
“You sure? You know I’m a lot to take, and you had the help of that pretty little plug last time.” He slowly pumped my cock, keeping me on edge.
“Something I haven’t seen since. Do you happen to know what happened to it?” I raised a brow.
“I might.” Jeo stood, the sight of his long cock jutting from his body taking my breath away. I’d ached for days after he’d fucked me. Did I really want to take him again? He looked uncertain, and I suddenly wondered if having a huge dick wasn’t such a blessing.
I rolled over onto my knees and spread my legs.
Jeo whistled. “There it is. Show Daddy your pretty, sweet boy. Come on. Spread those cheeks.”
My breath caught. Jeo really was a kinky fuck. Balancing on my chest, I reached back and pulled myself open for his perusal. “Give it to me, Daddy.”
I heard the drawer open.
“They’ve got Magnums,” he said approvingly, ripping open a small packet and rolling it onto his dick. “Hm, and flavored lube. Only the best for these pretentious fucks.”
I had to laugh at that. I stopped laughing when he squirted lube inside my hole and inserted a finger.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I said, and he put two fingers in and spread them.
After a few minutes of preparation, I’d relaxed enough for him to push in his cock.
I let out a keening sound because it fucking hurt.
“Oh my God, go slow, you fucker.” I was sweating, my legs shaking.
Jeo slapped my ass. “Language, baby boy.” He pulled out a little and applied more lube before sinking in again, slower this time. He couldn’t be even half-way in, but it felt like he’d shoved his leg inside me.
“Christ Almighty! Did you really get all the way in at the club?”
“Definitely,” he said.
“Must have been the alcohol. Ah!”
“Okay?” he asked, panting. “Fuck, your tight little hole is strangling me.”
I liked the sound of that, even through the intense burn of being packed so tightly. I pushed back on him, enjoying his gasp of pleasure when I did.
Jeo sawed into me, going deeper each time. I tugged on my cock with one hand. When he finally bottomed out, we both moaned.
“Don’t move,” I said, voice strangled. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his cock had lodged in my throat. I pictured the tip blasting from my body like something out of Alien. Man, he was in deep.
Jeo rubbed his hands over my back and ass. “You’re doing so good. You took all of me. I know that isn’t easy.”
“Mmph.”
“Can I move again?” he asked after a moment, voice tight.
“Yeah. Go.” Now that I’d adjusted somewhat, I was eager to be fucked. Rising to my elbows, I arched my back and hung my head as Jeo eased almost all the way out, dragging over my prostate, and then forward again, adding more lube as he did so, and dragging over my prostate again. He repeated the action. And then again, going faster each time until he was thrusting in earnest. He’d put so much lube in me, squelching noises filled the room. I lowered my upper body to the mattress again, not even touching myself anymore as my climax built low in my belly.
There was something about being on my knees for a man, suppliant, taking everything he could give me. The fact it was Jeo and his enormous cock plowing me made it all the more satisfying. He was taking me. All of me.
“Holy shit, boy, you’re the tightest fucking hole I’ve ever had,” Jeo said, and I couldn’t help but smile into the bedspread. Every time he praised me, I felt like I could take on the world. Why was that? Royce had given praise, but it had never made me feel so good. Maybe it was because Jeo and I had been on the outs for so long
. Hearing him approve of me made me soar.
My breaths came faster as my balls tightened against my body.
“Ask my permission before you come, boy,” Jeo said, and fuck, I liked that.
“Can I come, Daddy? Please, can I come?”
“Come, boy,” he said, and a beat later my body jerked with my release. I’d fucking come on command again; I couldn’t believe it.
Jeo began thrusting harder, and then he was coming too, his cock swelling inside me.
“Fuck!” he yelled.
We both collapsed onto the mattress. Jeo rolled us onto our sides, his cock still lodged in me. The thing was so long, it could probably stay inside when soft. I imagined sleeping all night with it there.
Jeo kissed my shoulder. “You did great. Such a good boy.”
God, I could get used to hearing him say that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jeo
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Ellis asked me. We were putting away the games after game night. Ellis had offered to help. I figured she wanted to talk.
“Yeah,” I said. Crazy, but I did. I’d never in my life had a steady boyfriend or girlfriend. Not even as a teenager.
She shoved Parcheesi onto the shelf and looked at me questioningly. “What’s he like?”
I thought about Nick. “He’s fiery and soft. Sweet but spicy too. Like those chips we were eating the other night.”
Ellis laughed. “Did you really just compare your boyfriend to sweet and spicy tortilla chips?”
I grinned. “It was a good analogy.”
Nick and I had seen each other a couple of times since Daddy/boy night at Lux. The first time, he’d seemed wary, like maybe I hadn’t been serious about what we were doing, but I definitely was. And after a while, he relaxed. We’d had lunch at a Chinese place near where he worked, and I’d called him “boy” a couple of times, even though we weren’t in bed, noticing how hot it had gotten him. Which in turn had gotten me damn hot.
Fucking him that night had assured me I’d made the right choice in starting things with him. The chemistry between us hadn’t been a fluke. I also got the impression I was giving him what he needed, and that had made me proud. Nick’s body had opened up for me a little easier than the last time, and we’d gone at it hard and fast, so horny after sitting apart at the restaurant. By the time we’d finished, the mattress of his bed had been partway off the frame.
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